Tuesday, October 25, 2011


i scream out the numbers
of the sheep as they pass.
in my mind, behind my eyes
that have seen too much.
the sounds I try to drown,
five-fifty-five, five-fifty-six...
the numbers rise each and every night,
the flock increases in size.
i'm losing count,
i'm losing my voice.
still the leaping sheep bleat
in response to the rhythm,
of my desire to forget.

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